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Anne

I am here for Networking

About Me

Can somebody please tell me where I went? I cant find myself.

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My Interests

How stuff works. Especially my brain, and yours.

I'd like to meet:

Myself would be a good start.

Music:

Listen to music according to current mood, have no restrictions (almost) though I can´t stand Carola.

Movies:

Something scary, if it gives me nightmares Im all for it.

Television:

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Books:

Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman and Dean Koontz are amongst my favourite authors, but I´ll read almost anything I stumble accross.

Heroes:

Ive got a soft spot for Superman.

My Blog

MySpaceShip is spinning

You think so? OK - summary of 2006 - what did I learn this time.. Last night, lying on a skimpy mattress on the floor of a friend, I lay there blinking, with a slight twinkle on the surface ...
Posted by Anne on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 06:17:00 PST

Cynical about love

Natures a funny thing, isn`t it? I mean, look at the way we are constructed, how everything is constructed..in pairs..and so - like male vs female, we have this natural instinct telling as subconcious...
Posted by Anne on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 06:28:00 PST

Who would have guessed

Oh yes, we are so perfect arent we, perfect and civilized and well groomed and employed, part of the community, doing our share, pulling our weight. We smile to our neighbours, wave, polite and correc...
Posted by Anne on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 11:42:00 PST

Embrace your pain

no, this isnt remotley related to the worship of satan or anything as such, just me having a go at deep thinking. I often do a dive into the depths of my ever so changing brain when Im sitting on the ...
Posted by Anne on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 08:48:00 PST

Im pregnant with an alien

Well not really, just bored on the verge of insanity, and my fingers are really cold. Maybe Im dying slowly? we all are actually...its just what you do in the process that matters. 30 year crisis? may...
Posted by Anne on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 03:25:00 PST

whispering prophet

she speaks in whispers. Invisible in the crowd, people rushing by. Her pale lips barely moving. What is she saying? why is she standing there, all alone, unnoticed in the hustle of the city? Still, s...
Posted by Anne on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 06:46:00 PST